She did it. She's in LA. She's on her own. She's living her dream. But what her naive 19-year-old self failed to consider is that the music industry is an adult world with adult competition that requires adult experience. Can Beca get by with the 1.5 friends she managed to scrape together, or will she drown in the hole she'd dug herself into?
...or the AU where Beca holds her dad to the deal they made and moves to LA after trying one year at college
if youâre willing: bemily proposal where beca is a stuttering mess and wants to make it a big thing and emily is just freaking out. thanks! xo
Here you go! Itâs not exactly what you asked for, but I figured it was close :)
It had to be perfect. Absolutely perfect.
âHow the hell am I supposed to do this Bree?â Beca was currently on the phone with Aubrey Posen, former Bella captain, and friend to Beca. (It had taken years for the two to develop their friendship, but thatâs a whole other ordeal that we donât get into today). The younger girl was about to propose to the love of her life, and she had no idea how she was going to do it. None at all.
Letâs just say she was freaking out a little bit.
Okay, a lotâŠ.
âCalm yourself, would you?â Aubrey was the only person Beca could think of to call. Sure, she could have called her best friend Chloe, or maybe Fat Amy or Jessica or Ashley, but letâs face it, Beca was a hot mess and Aubrey was the only one that could talk some sense into the girl.
âI am calm! This is me being calm!â Beca was pacing around her living room, trying to come up with the perfect way to do this. âGod! This has to be perfect and I canât think of a damn way to do it! I mean, this is Emily weâre talking about. Precious Emily, amazing Emily-â
â-the love of your life, Emily?â Beca stopped her pacing and flopped face first onto the couch, only to hold herself up by her elbows.
âYeah⊠I just want this night to go well, and if it doesnât, sheâs never going to marry me. Sheâll just think Iâm some pathetic loser,â Beca said quietly. She could hear Aubrey laughing over the phone. âIâm glad that my misery is funny to you.â
âDo you hear yourself Beca? Emily has been in love with you for how many years now? I mean personally, I donât know what she sees in you-â
â-wow, thanks for that.â
âWhat Iâm saying is, she is going to say yes no matter how you do it because she loves you and you love her.â
Aubrey was right. Emily has been in love with Beca since the time they recorded âFlashlightâ together and vise versa. 5 years later, those feelings havenât changed. She still looked at the older girl like she held the world in her hands.
âYouâre right, I guess. Iâm just nervous, thatâs all.â Although Beca never gets nervous, Emily brings it out in her. Just seeing the girl smiles gives Beca butterflies in her stomach, and hearing her laugh, man. That does it for the older girl.
âDonât be. Youâll be fine. Oh, and I want to be the first person you tell when she says yes,â Aubrey said, before hanging up.
âYes maâam,â Beca said to herself, quietly.
//
As Emily walked into her kitchen, she heard a soft knock at the door. Confused as to who would be at her door at 10 p.m. on a Thursday, she walked over and looked through her peephole.
A smile appeared on her face as she saw her girlfriend standing at her door, looking mighty fine in her favorite black skinny jeans and purple plaid shirt. Emily quickly opened the door, excited to see Beca.
âHey, what are you doing here?â Emily stepped aside as Beca walked into her apartment.
âWell, um, thereâs something Iâve been meaning to ask you,â Beca said, softly. Emily closed the door and followed Beca into the living room. The room was dark, with only a small lamp in the corner of the room illuminating the room.
âWhat is it?â Emilyâs heart was beating out of her chest. Itâs never a good thing when someone says they have to ask you something, and right now, she was thinking of the worst-case-scenario.
She could see how nervous Beca was. The older girl was fidgeting with her hands, so Emily gently took Becaâs into her own.
âI-uhâŠwow this is a lot harder than I thought it was going to be,â Beca whispered, not daring to look at Emily, in fear of crying. The young girlâs eyes filled with concern.
âItâs okay, whatever it is, itâll be okay,â Emily said, knowing what was coming. This was it. Beca was breaking up with her.
She kind of figured this day would come. People like Beca donât date people like Emily. It was all too good to be true, and Emily promised herself she wouldnât get too comfortable with Beca because she knew it would all come crashing down eventually. She just didnât expect it to be 5 years later when she was so deep in love with Beca that she couldnât imagine life without the girl.
âEmily, IâŠI love you, like a lot. You are actually the best person I know and-geez, this is getting cheesy,â Beca scoffed, not wanting to come across as cliche. âSorry, I just donât want to mess this up.â
The young girl was still so confused as to what was happening, so she led Beca to the couch and the two sat down, facing each other.
âI know Iâm actually the worst at this kind of stuff, and this is not turning out how I planned, but⊠I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Em. I want to love you and cherish you and make you feel the way that you make me feel for the rest of our lives an-â
â-oh my stars,â Emily gasped. She was not expecting this at all.
âLet me finish, please,â Beca said, as she got off the couch and slowly got on one knee. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the tiny box with the ring that she had picked out, just for Emily.
Wide-eyed, Emily stood up, bringing her hands to her mouth. âBeca? Beca, what are you doing?â This is so not what Emily expected. She was practically jumping out of her skin. Tears started in her eyes, as she looked at her girlfriend, proposing to her.
âEmily, will you please marry me?â
âOh my, I canât believe this is happening,â exclaimed Emily, as she looked around the room. She had to pinch herself to see if this a dream, but to her dismay, it wasnât. This was real life and everything sheâd dreamed of and more.
Beca was kneeling, with the ring in her hands, waiting for Emilyâs answer, which she kind of figured was going to be a no, judging by the way the girl was currently freaking out.
âSo, I-is that a no then?â Beca slowly got up and looked at the frazzled girl. Emily glanced up at Beca, seeing the disappointment on her face.
âWhat? No- I mean, yes! Itâs a yes! I want to marry you,â Emily said, taking Becaâs hand. Tears were running down Emilyâs face now.
Beca smiled and took her thumb and wiped away the tears off Emilyâs face. She glanced at the girlâs lips and gently closed the space between them. Emilyâs felt her breath catch in her throat, taken back a little by the kiss. She still got butterflies every time Beca kissed her.
The two sat there for a moment, fully engrossed with each other. Then, Beca took the ring and slid it onto Emilyâs finger, and intertwined their fingers. Emily gave Beca a gentle smile and kissed her once more.
âI canât wait to be your wife,â Emily whispered against Becaâs lips. Beca smiled and placed a kiss on Emilyâs forehead.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 4/?
Fandom: Pitch Perfect (Movies)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Emily Junk/Beca Mitchell
Characters: Beca Mitchell, Emily Junk, Chloe Beale, Fat Amy (Pitch Perfect), The Bellas, Stacie Conrad
Additional Tags: Pirate/Mermaid AU, mild depictions of violence, pirate talk, Pirate Captain!Beca, Mermaid!Emily, I just love aus you guys, tags will be added as the story progresses, seven seas au
Summary:
Beca Mitchell, the most feared pirate captain on the seven seas, has the world spread out and ripe for the taking. The only rules she lives by are the pirate code and the lawless chaos of the ocean, spending her days swashbuckling with her loyal crew. All this is soon to change when a mysterious stranger comes crashing into her life.
Or
The pirate/mermaid au that I thought of this morning and fell in love with instantly.
A Bemily fic for @emilyjunkÂ
This is the first fic Iâve written in years and I actually started working on this idea about two years ago haha. Please do enjoy!
(Also on ao3)
âThis is quite the party, huh?â
Beca and Emily stood outside of the frat house hand in hand, watching in both horror and awe at the scene before them. Drunken college students were everywhere, talking, horsing around, and engaging in very public displays of affection. The music echoed from the house out onto the lawn; it was loud but not enough to drown out the various shouting and conversations from nearby.
Emily squeezed Becaâs hand and smiled over at her. âYou okay?â
Beca looked up at her girlfriend and grimaced.
âAs okay as Iâll ever be.â
Emily gave Becaâs hand another reassuring squeeze and began to walk forward. âWe donât have to stay long. Letâs just check it out, say hello!â
As the pair entered the house and waded through the mass of people inside, Beca tried to recall how exactly she got talked into going to this impromptu midyear party. She thought back to the previous week when Amy was asking the other Bellas for bucket list suggestions. Emily had immediately started reciting the different things she wanted to do in her life, including going to a frat party.
Beca didnât think it would actually happen, but she did know that there was no way in hell that she was going to sit back and let Emily Junk go to a frat house by herself ever. So when news of this particular party got around, Beca decided go with Emily and call it a date, mostly to convince herself to power through it. Emily responded with her usual enthusiasm, hugs and kisses included, and the rest was history.
So there she stood, groaning internally as Emily led her further into the building, stepping past dancing couples and boisterous girls and frat boys attempting to play various drinking games. Beca felt a bit relieved as she noticed the expression of carefree excitement on her girlfriendâs face. If Emily was happy, maybe she could find a way to lighten up too. Of course, it didnât help that some of the partygoers theyâd passed by had bumped into her repeatedly or otherwise crammed themselves into her personal space. This night would be a true test of her dedication.
After struggling through the mass of people, Emily and Beca managed to find something to drink. Their next task would be settling in and soaking up the atmosphere of the party. For Emily, that was always a breeze. She was already dancing, expertly balancing her drink in one hand as she moved to the music. Beca on the other hand stood mostly still, concentrating on drinking as fast as she could in the hopes of loosening up a bit. She wanted to enjoy her time with Emily, but public gatherings of this magnitude made her uneasy.
As Beca stood in one corner of the room, a few of the Bellas passed by and chatted with her for a few minutes before taking to the dance floor with Emily and later dispersing. Beca continued to drink and watch as they all danced, praying that no frat boys--or boys, period--would attempt to chat her up.
After a few songs, Emily returned to Becaâs side, smiling as she studied her girlfriendâs serious expression.
âWant another drink, Bec?â She asked, glancing at Becaâs empty cup.
âNo, thanks Iâmââ
Before Beca could decline, Emily sped away, returning a moment later with a cup of something in her hands. With a lopsided smile, Beca received the cup and took a careful sip of the liquid inside, almost doing a spit take as the taste of at least three different kinds of alcohol mixed together touched her tongue.
âOh my God, what is this?â She asked, staring into the cup.
ââŠI donât really know. The guy making drinks just threw a bunch of alcohol in there and handed it to me,â Emily confessed, downing some of her own drink. âCâmon, itâll help you loosen up! I think...â
Beca tapped the rim of the cup against her lip, a pensive expression on her face. âWait a sec⊠arenât you⊠not old enough to be drinking? Legally, that is.â
Emily looked down at her drink and then smiled, shaking her head. âOh, donât worry about that. This is just water.â
Beca raised an eyebrow in disbelief and Emily took a step closer, offering up her drink. âTry it for yourself if you donât believe me.â
Taking a sip, Beca nodded when the plain taste of water hit her tongue. âIâm sorry, I donât know why I didnât--â
âHey, itâs okay!â Emily said, spontaneously kissing Beca on her cheek. Becaâs face turned bright red at the contact. âI think itâs sweet that youâre worried about me. Itâs nice to know that my girlfriend cares about me so much.â
Beca held her free hand up to cover her face in embarrassment. âWorried? Me? Psh, no, I was never worried. You do you and⊠um⊠I mean, Iâm not your mom... or whatever...â
âHehe, I know, I know.â Emily smiled and linked Becaâs arm with hers. âCâmon, dance with me while this songâs still on!â
Beca looked at her with a pained expression and Emily cocked her head, trying on a sad expression of her own.
âPlease?â
It took Beca .01 seconds to fall for Emilyâs sad puppy dog eyes.
âDammit, fine.â Beca quickly finished her drink and joined Emily among the other partiers.
As they danced to a mix of Top 40, electronica, and various other upbeat genres, Beca could feel the alcohol kicking in. The room started to spin a bit and the people around her became blurred, but Emily remained in focus. Beca smiled up at her girlfriend who smiled back so effortlessly.
Emily, Emily... how did she get so lucky? Emily was a ray of sunshine on a cold, dreary day and Beca was that dreary day that needed a bit of sun, no matter how hard she might have protested.
Beca took a few steps closer to Emily, feeling so much in that moment. Her lips parted and she took a deep breath, prepared to tell Emily how she felt. Before she could, however, the music shifted from electronica to a slower tempo 80s tune. Beca rolled her eyes at the timing of it all and tried to hide the smile creeping up on her lips as Emily bowed comically and held out her hand.
âMay I have this dance?â
Beca giggled at Emilyâs exaggerated display. Giggled? What was Emily doing to her?
âOf course,â Beca replied sheepishly. She placed her hand in Emilyâs and effortlessly the taller girl whisked her towards the center of the makeshift dance floor. Placing her other hand on Becaâs hip, Emily led them back and forth amongst a few other couples who looked confused about the music playing.
As they danced, the only thing on Becaâs mind was Emily. She followed her girlfriendâs lead, narrowly missing stepping on her toes a couple of times. It didnât help that the floor appeared to be spinning beneath her.
âYouâre a... really good dancer,â Beca mumbled lamely. Really? That was the best she could do? She would have to work on her compliments at some point, Beca thought. Nevertheless, Emilyâs features brightened at the compliment.
âAww, you mean it? Thanks, babe!â
Emily wrapped her arms around Becaâs waist and pulled her into a hug. Letting her excitement get the better of her, Emily lifted Beca up for a second before gently placing her back on solid ground. She kept Beca in her embrace, sighing contentedly as Beca gently hugged her back. Emily could have stayed that way forever, but then she remembered what sheâd said a moment earlier.
âItâs okay that I called you âbabeâ, right?â
Beca looked up, confused at first, then offered Emily a lopsided smile. It was more than okay, but even tipsy Beca wanted to maintain her cool exterior.
âYeah, sure, whatevs,â Beca replied.
Emily smiled knowingly and continued to sway back and forth with Beca in her arms. She looked down at her girlfriend, intrigued and a little bit puzzled by the fact that Beca was now hugging her tightly, as if letting go would mean losing each other.
âYou okay, Beca?â Emily asked.
Beca looked up into her girlfriendâs eyes and felt her breath catch in her throat. The way the roomâs dim lighting happened to shine down made Emily look ethereally beautiful. It must have been the booze, Beca thought, that was magnifying her feelings and leaving her speechless. Wordlessly she pressed her forehead against Emilyâs shoulder to try and hide her reddening face.
âAww, are you shy now? How cute!â Emily giggled. âI never thought Iâd get to see Beca Mitchell so flustered.â
âShut up, âm not cute,â Beca slurred. âAnd âm not flustered, I...â
Beca looked up at Emily again and stared deeply into her girlfriendâs eyes. The room continued to spin around her, but she and Emily remained in place. Emily gazed at Beca lovingly, smiling as she watched her girlfriendâs face turn different shades of red.
âYouâre what?â
The sound of the other partygoers and the music continued on around them but was ignored, almost like the two of them were in a dome separated from the rest of the world. Becaâs gaze fixed on Emilyâs lips, but the sudden shyness that struck her made it impossible for her to do more than stammer.
âI... um...â
The song came to an end and Beca exhaled deeply, feeling her heart beating wildly against her ribcage. Before she could attempt to calm herself down, however, another slow dance tune began. It was then that Beca became fully convinced that the DJ--or whatever moron was in charge of the nightâs music--was fucking with her.
Emily noticed the scowl on Becaâs face, unsure of the exact cause. She began to fret, however, thinking it was her fault that Beca looked so upset. After all, sheâd talked Beca into going and then made her stay way longer than she should have. It was her fault and Beca was upset with her. At least, thatâs what Emily convinced herself of. She had to make it up to Beca somehow... she wanted to kiss that scowl off of Becaâs face.
So thatâs exactly what she did.
Emily leaned down just a bit and quickly kissed Beca. It was a short, affectionate peck on the lips, but it was enough to get Becaâs attention. She looked up, wide eyed, and Emily panicked harder.
âUm, I just... you looked upset so I wanted to... I know youâre not really into PDA... Iâm sorry...â
âEm, hey... itâs okay, itâs okay.â
Beca hugged Emily close once more, rubbing Emilyâs back in the hopes of reassuring her. Despite the gesture, Emily bit her lip, still worried.
âAre you sure youâre okay, Beca?â
The music changed back to something more upbeat, something the other partiers had no problem dancing and grinding to. Beca ignored all of that and lowered her arms, releasing Emily from her embrace.
âIâm okay, more than okay.â
Beca took Emilyâs hands in hers and looked into her eyes, aware that she would have to put into words what sheâd been feeling that night, what sheâd known since they had decided to become girlfriends. A frat house wasnât the most romantic place to confess her true feelings, she knew, but Beca was overcome with them and they refused to stay bottled up.
âEm... I love you.â
âBeca...â Emily smiled, awestruck at her girlfriendâs admission. Her heart fluttered and now she was the one blushing in alternating shades of red. She had dreamed of this day, when Beca would let down her walls completely, but seeing it happen in real life and hearing those three words from Beca herself was indescribable. All Emily knew was that she had never been happier than in this moment.
âI love you too!â
Beca stood unsteadily on her tiptoes, wobbling for a second before leaning in to kiss Emily. After their lips parted and Beca stood firmly on the ground, the two of them looked around the room, surprised by the very active partying and drinking still going on and relieved that no one seemed to notice them. Scrunching up her nose, Emily laughed and offered her arm for Beca to take.
âI think Iâve had enough partying for one night. Want to get out of here?â she asked.
Beca exhaled loudly in relief. Without a momentâs hesitation, she linked her arm with Emilyâs and they made their way off of the dance floor and back the way they came.
If Beca had known what kind of floodgate sheâd be opening by letting herself get pressured into watching a cover band performance, she mightâve hesitated just a little bit more before dropping by the bar that night
AU where Beca holds her dad to the deal they made and moves to LA after trying one year at college
